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Date: December 1st
Location: The Observatory.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled into the Observatory after their initial briefings.
Warnings: None.

Your arrival here has been very unceremonious. One second you were somewhere else, and now, very suddenly, your feet hit the glowing white of the Transporter pad, and you're here. You aren't alone, either. There's a crowd of others around you, each seeming just as bewildered, angry, or confused as you might feel. At the head of the group is a woman in purple robes, solemn and taciturn. She hurries over a quick overview of your intended purpose here, and gives direct answers when asked for them, but to most things she simply shows you how to access the tablet you've just been given, or tells you that the DITR's greeters will explain everything. On the tablet, you can find the history of this place and a record of what your new cohorts have experienced. Someone stands on hand to give you a weapon, and though the armory is now greatly reduced, you should be able to find something to suit you.

You're shepherded down a walkway tunnel and into the Observatory, where you will find screens mounted on three sides of the wide room; they show multiple variations of satellite images, focused on... somewhere snowy. It's difficult to say more than that, but those that record heat readings seem to suggest there are people there, where ever "there" is. It's night outside the great wide windows, and the lunar landscape isn't much to look at right now. But, hey, at least all the lights are on, right? No more creepy red emergency lighting upon arrival — not that you'd know anything about that.

You're free to explore the base, visit and use any of the VR rooms, or discover your new room and roommates, but try not to step out of any airlocks if oxygen is a requirement for your system.

Welcome to the moon base, and to the remains of Exsilium.

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Drugs?

[They can do that? His father had been a doctor, but Shingashina was a border city, hardly well off enough for anything with that kind of punch, if it even existed back home. Just local anesthetics and remedies for sickness and antibiotics if you were lucky (and patchy memories of his father injecting him with something that had locked his memory away and supposedly had something to do with his shifting ability, so maybe it's not impossible-)

He's seen and heard of trained soldiers being rendered unable to fight by fear. Lived in a population grown complacent by too many years of peace. But the thought of their will being erased out of people the same way his memory had been stolen from him makes his blood run cold. And then hot.]

So we'll stop them.

[That's all. That's the only choice.]

They can't pull that shit on us.

[He's really confident, isn't he? It's a nice change of pace. Somehow when he says it like that, she can just believe they'll manage it somehow.]

You know you can pick your missions. If you want to focus on that, you can. Lately we've been busy just keeping supplies for everyone but we can do it. I think... you're going to help out a lot. Just your attitude is good, you know?

[Defeat is not a thing that he'd ever been good at accepting. Surety is his strength, even when he's miles out of his depth. He didn't know if he could transform again, plug the breach in Wall Maria. He'd done it anyway. He doesn't know if he can stop this UE from reducing the masses to livestock. He'll do his damndest to stop them either way. He always means well in the end, but this might be the first time in recorded history that anyone called his attitude "good." He's chronically terrible at seeming grateful, but there is a part of him that appreciates it. Somewhere.]

I won't sit back and do nothing. I'm not a coward.

[Missions that don't involve Titans. Or expeditions outside the walls. It's going to take some getting used to. There's something else alarming in what she'd said, though, and he wrangles his attention toward it. He'd worked damn hard to get away from tilling the hard earth in the landfills, but-]

Are the supplies really that bad?

[Holed up like this with so many people- it's not hard to imagine another food shortage.]